Miss Havishma exit the intensive care unit with Sox following behind her. She pushed her dark hair back before stopping. "Any call from home?" She queried.
Sox shook her head no. "I did check on Scarlett and she said everything is going well."
"Good. Because it seems we are going to waste some more time on this planet."
"Miss Havishma," Electro 28's voice called from across the room. The said name turned to face the Electro trooper who just approached her.
He handed a tablet to her before speaking. "One of our agents patrolling the streets of Spain just sent us this, he caught sight of Storm 01 entering a mansion with some Lady," he revealed. "We ran some search and found out who the lady is."
The Department H agent inched closer and swiped through the screen on the device Havishma was holding. "Chapta McCarthy, the godmother of some group called Faintpin."
Miss Havishma passed the device back to Joe Anthem. "Send out every squad to that location, raid the mansion until you find Storm 01."
Electro 28 nodded before walking out of the intensive care unit. Miss Havishma turned to the deep blue-haired girl and placed her hand on her shoulder. "Go back to the ship and inform the Blue team to get ready to send out Project C-50," said Miss Havishma.
"What's Project C-50?"
"Just tell them that," she added.
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Hazel pulled the door of a car open for Rohan and the godmother of Faintpin, Chapta to elegantly step out.
The dark-haired man fixed his suit as he stared at all the other overwhelming-looking individuals who entered the mansion in front of them.
"This is such a bad idea," he exclaimed.
Chapta stepped closer to him and linked her hand with his. "It's fine, just follow my lead, and quit acting suspicious."
The runaway agent exhaled before standing straight. "Right," he said, realizing that he had nothing to worry about, he could simply make his way out if anything were to happen.
He wore a small smile on his face as they proceeded into the tall mansion in front of them. Rohan exclaimed in awe as he caught sight of the interior design.
With each day that passes, he gets even more astonished by the amazing design of the planet.
There was a lot more crowd inside the mansion, with all wearing a clear indication of an expensive suit.
"Chapta," a voice called out.
The duo turned to face the caller, a man in his late forties. He was light-skinned with grey hair which was neatly combed back.
"What are you doing here, Tristan?"
Tristan smiled and moved his hand behind his back. "A good friend of mine invited me to his birthday party, how could I say no?"
"Father invited you?" Chapta probed.
The grey-haired man nodded with a smile lingering on his lips. "Please, dear Chapta let's not do this," he stated. "Today is a special day for a friend of mine, your father, don't ruin it." With his last words, Tristan averted his to the dark-haired man.
"And who is this gentleman you've got here?"
"That is for me to know, and for you to find out," Chapta dismissed.
The grey-haired man spared another glance at the dark-haired man before nodding. "Very well then." He walked away.
The moment the man walked out of earshot, Rohan turned to the brown-haired lady. "Who's that?" he questioned. "You seemed very hostile around him, so I assume he is not familia."
Chapta tucked a stray hair behind her ear and smiled at the dark haired man's attempt to speak Spanish. "Tristan Hawksworth, he is supposed to be a rival of our family but my father seems to have smoothened things with the snake."
"It felt as though he has an ulterior motive for being here, muy sospechoso."
Her smile became even wider and she inched closer to the Weir. "That feeling couldn't have been any more right," Chapta asserted. "Where did you pick up those words?" She asked.
The dark haired Weir smiled. "Here and there. I decided to learn at least the basis since I'm gonna be here for a while, and I'm a fast learner."
She chuckled.
A slow and steady song began to play in the large hall and the people around paired to move their bodies to the rhythm of the song. "I would have loved to dance but I need to find my father," said Chapta. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."
"Of course."
"Keep an eye on him Hazel, don't let him wander off," she added before walking away.
The former Storm 01 turned to Hazel who held his stare with her hands in her pocket. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked. "I would."
"I would like a cup of what you're scheming."
The dark-haired man's brows shoot into his hairline.
Hazel inched closer to him while holding his stare. "I know that you are a spy sent by the government to gather intel on Lady Chapta. I will make sure I expose you for who you really are."
Rohan stroked the platinum blond-haired girl with a confused look. "I'm not sure if you've walked outside, but my face is literally everywhere, so… I don't know what you're talking about."
He shoots her a lazy smile before walking to the bar where he orders a glass of tequila. He took off his glass before taking a sip of his drink. "What am I doing?" He mumbled to himself. "Am I just going to be on the run my whole life? First Miss Havishma, now this, I just…" he sighed.
"I don't think I've seen you here before?" A feminine voice called out.
The dark-haired man turned to look at the speaker. "Err… what?"
"This is a family event, so we pretty much know everyone here, right sis?" She said to a shy-looking lady behind her.
"Si," she replied.
The two ladies sitting beside him shared strikingly similar features that highlight their obvious close bond as siblings.
They both had soft, almond-shaped eyes with a captivating shade of hazel that seemed to change depending on the lighting in the room.
Their eyes held an air of curiosity and intelligence. Their noses were straight and slightly upturned.
The siblings both had matching, thick eyebrows that framed their faces and added a touch of intensity to their expressions. Their lips were naturally full, with a slight curve that suggests a friendly and approachable demeanor.
Both twins had smooth, flawless skin with a healthy glow. Their complexion is warm and radiant, complementing their vibrant personalities.
The only difference between the two was that one of them, the lady speaking to Rohan had her hair down while the other tied her hair back in a bun. Their hair color was a rich chestnut brown, with subtle highlights that caught the light, adding depth and dimension.
"… but not you," she added.
"Oh, right, I'm Rohan Coco. I'm here with Chapta."
Her brows twitched as she heard what the dark-haired man had uttered. "Las maravillas nunca terminarán… are you serious? You actually came here with sister Chapta?" She asked curiously, moving her seat closer to the dark-haired man.
The girl with the bun finally raised her head to look at Rohan, she looked away again immediately their eyes met.
"I'm Luna, and the cute one behind me is my twin, Phoenix," she revealed.
"What are you doing, Luna?" Hazel chipped.
Luna's face turned completely grim. "Huh?" The atmosphere became tense, so tense that the dark-haired man could feel it. "I'm only trying to get close to sister Chapta's friend, you've got a problem with that?"
"That depends," Hazel replied.
Luna reached for a cork opener on the counter and stood up to face the platinum blonde-haired girl. "Do you want to die?"
The dark-haired man put his glasses back on and picked up his drink while staring at the two. "Hey, let's not…" Before he could complete his words, a man stepped on an elevated area and cleared his throat.
"Huéspedes estimados, join me in welcoming the man of the moment: Dominic McCarthy."
Everyone around began to clap as a very wrinkled bald old-looking man marched down from a flight of stairs with Chapta following behind him.
The DJ turned up the music to one that matched every word the old man spoke.
"Thank you all, for wasting your time to come to this event," the old man started with an extremely disappointing look lingering all over his face. "But as I'm sure you are all aware, this gathering here today isn't really because of some stupid birthday," he chuckled to himself and continued.
"Today is actually about this woman behind me that… that think people get younger… acting as though she hasn't seen me."
"She told me earlier that she brought some… man, but I haven't seen anything but the same old faces…"
Before the man could complete his words, the window in the room shattered and a loud blaring high-pitched noise filled the air, causing everyone in the room to cover their ears.
The former Storm 01 only stood strong, looking around the place. The sound was nothing compared to what he had felt during his Storm training.
He watched as some men dressed in an outfit he was sure he had seen before but couldn't remember where, dropped from the shattered window and surrounded the whole place, they all had a tiger mask covering their faces. "Why do I feel like I know this people." He thought to himself. "Yeah… the Helltiga," he muttered.
The sound cleared and the DJ cleared his voice. "Please remain calm," a voice reverberated through the hall.
"What the hell is this?" The men and women chattered in unison.
"Please do not be alarmed, remain calm… do not attempt to leave this hall--- we are Helltiga and we will be conducting a quick search, please cooperate with us."
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